Wearing an Emerald Green Dress on My Birthday Cost Me My Husband

down at the sink.

“It makes you look like you’re heading to a high school dance,” he said, taking a sip from his mug. “At fifty, Elena, we should probably leave the paint to the girls.”

He smiled to show he was just kidding, but the coffee mug clicked hard against the tile counter when he set it down.

I took a piece of damp toilet paper continue reading …